The summer is on the wane, and autumn’s coming

Yet, sat here in our garden with you, I couldn’t be more content.

The distant rumble of the city goes on, but here there is

Silence, as I watch you drift in and out of an afternoon doze.

Beneath my feet, grass, wet and green; Above, the sky blue but speckled with cloud

The tweets of birds and rumble of planes.

But, here, now, all that exists is this quiet moment of calm

No traffic, no planes, no city.

Just you and I, the wet grass

Our love, and the waning summer.